December 10, 1917 This is how it goes. I am Ardvark Knoll, a German WWI doctor. Life isn't easy. I've saw the worst of the war, and I'm not even fighting. But in a sense, I am. I am fighting to keep my soldiers alive, and make Germany the strongest nation in the world. I’ve saw men that are missing limbs, bleeding severely, and so much more, that it sickens even me to talk about. It’s hard, but it’s my job, and I’m determined to do it well.
The United States is a stupid, young, naïve, nation, that needs to stay out of European issues, they are not part of Europe, they should mind their own #*&$ business. They sicken me, and they come into this war trying to mess up everything Germany has worked for.
December 11, 1917 Today has been terribly sad. I was at the hospital, and a crew of men came racing in, yelling for everyone to get out of the way. Behind them, a man was carrying his brother, who had a grenade launched at him. The grenade exploded, and the man's brother was maimed within an inch of his life. His entire right leg was missing, and this left leg was blown off from the knee down. His arms were burnt terribly, and his stomach looked like hell itself, black and red, charred skin falling off, as if it he was going to fall apart any second.
December 13, 1917 Today I made a "house-call". I was told that I needed to go to one of the trenches, because a poor man had inhaled poison gas. I went and I found a lot more than just a poison gas issue. There were very many soldiers who could barely walk because they had developed a bad case of trench-foot (this is picture is kinda gross...). You could develop trench-foot really easy as a soldier in this Great War. Many of the soldiers got it from having wet boots or socks and not changing them for a long while, and the foot slowly started changing colors, going from normal, to red, to blue, then they went numb, and then they would start to rot, which resulted in the amputation of the toes, or in some cases, the whole foot. Because of that, I did much more than I expected, not only that, the man that inhaled the gas died. There was basically nothing you can do when someones lungs are that terribly damaged. He wrote a letter back home, that I'm making sure gets sent. That way his family knew he died with honor, for serving Germany.
Translation: What England wants!
Description: It shows British planes bombing an Industrial factory. It uses demonization and attempts to recruit German citizens into their military by showing them what will happen/is happening to their country and they need to help stop it. ←
Germany was in the Triple Alliance, which was Germany, Austria-Hungary, and Italy. They were in the middle of Europe, so their geographical location was not good for strategics.→
December 25th, 1917 It has been a long time since I've written anything, because I've been busy in the trenches. They gave our soldiers these new "machine guns" to work with. They are really helpful for trench battles. Even as a doctor it's hard to deal with all of the fighting going on, day in and out, and being sleep deprived makes it very hard. I wish this fighting would stop. Sometimes I wonder why we are even fighting. Christmas isn't easy here in the trenches. There isn't warm cooked food, presents shared with family, or sitting next to a warm fire. We were all uncomfortable and cold, because it was snowing, and the rain from the night before made the ground icy. It was 3 years ago today that the Christmas Truce was signed, which lead to a temporary cease fire on the Western Front. Maybe sometime soon something else like that will happen and we'll get out of this pointless war.
Frohe Weihnachten!(Merry Christmas!)
January 10, 1918 Today, I made it back home. It was extremely heart-warming to see all the people I've been missing for years. I wish that I could have been there to see my little boy to grow up and turn 10. I missed a lot while I was over in the war. My son and wife are so excited to see me. I can't wait to restart my life with them, I've missed them so much. I wish I could have been there. I can't explain how I feel to finally be home. When I got home, I had a giant turkey dinner, it was amazing. I have to return to work though, on Monday. It's going to be hard to leave, even though it's just for 8 hours. I just got home and they're taking me away again. It's going to be like going to the battlefield again, because the people in the hospital will be mostly war injuries. It's going to be hard to get the memories out of my mind, of those long, hard, bloody years. I'm going to play with my boy, he's missed his daddy, and I've missed him.
Thanks for reading all of my blog, I'm done making entries.
Click here to see a picture of me, sitting with one of my fellow doctors, in the few minutes of down time we have per day.
This site has a lot of war poems, they aren't only from WWI, but there are a lot from the Great War. This site tells you everything that has to do with WWI, from battles to poems, to posters. It's is a great way to learn what was going on and when.
December 10, 1917
This is how it goes. I am Ardvark Knoll, a German WWI doctor. Life isn't easy. I've saw the worst of the war, and I'm not even fighting. But in a sense, I am. I am fighting to keep my soldiers alive, and make Germany the strongest nation in the world. I’ve saw men that are missing limbs, bleeding severely, and so much more, that it sickens even me to talk about. It’s hard, but it’s my job, and I’m determined to do it well.
The United States is a stupid, young, naïve, nation, that needs to stay out of European issues, they are not part of Europe, they should mind their own #*&$ business. They sicken me, and they come into this war trying to mess up everything Germany has worked for.
December 11, 1917
Today has been terribly sad. I was at the hospital, and a crew of men came racing in, yelling for everyone to get out of the way. Behind them, a man was carrying his brother, who had a grenade launched at him. The grenade exploded, and the man's brother was maimed within an inch of his life. His entire right leg was missing, and this left leg was blown off from the knee down. His arms were burnt terribly, and his stomach looked like hell itself, black and red, charred skin falling off, as if it he was going to fall apart any second.
December 13, 1917
Today I made a "house-call". I was told that I needed to go to one of the trenches, because a poor man had inhaled poison gas. I went and I found a lot more than just a poison gas issue. There were very many soldiers who could barely walk because they had developed a bad case of trench-foot (this is picture is kinda gross...). You could develop trench-foot really easy as a soldier in this Great War. Many of the soldiers got it from having wet boots or socks and not changing them for a long while, and the foot slowly started changing colors, going from normal, to red, to blue, then they went numb, and then they would start to rot, which resulted in the amputation of the toes, or in some cases, the whole foot. Because of that, I did much more than I expected, not only that, the man that inhaled the gas died. There was basically nothing you can do when someones lungs are that terribly damaged. He wrote a letter back home, that I'm making sure gets sent. That way his family knew he died with honor, for serving Germany.
Translation: What England wants!
Description: It shows British planes bombing an Industrial factory. It uses demonization and attempts to recruit German citizens into their military by showing them what will happen/is happening to their country and they need to help stop it.
←
Germany was in the Triple Alliance, which was Germany, Austria-Hungary, and Italy. They were in the middle of Europe, so their geographical location was not good for strategics. →
It has been a long time since I've written anything, because I've been busy in the trenches. They gave our soldiers these new "machine guns" to work with. They are really helpful for trench battles. Even as a doctor it's hard to deal with all of the fighting going on, day in and out, and being sleep deprived makes it very hard. I wish this fighting would stop. Sometimes I wonder why we are even fighting. Christmas isn't easy here in the trenches. There isn't warm cooked food, presents shared with family, or sitting next to a warm fire. We were all uncomfortable and cold, because it was snowing, and the rain from the night before made the ground icy. It was 3 years ago today that the Christmas Truce was signed, which lead to a temporary cease fire on the Western Front. Maybe sometime soon something else like that will happen and we'll get out of this pointless war.
Frohe Weihnachten! (Merry Christmas!)
January 10, 1918
Today, I made it back home. It was extremely heart-warming to see all the people I've been missing for years. I wish that I could have been there to see my little boy to grow up and turn 10. I missed a lot while I was over in the war. My son and wife are so excited to see me. I can't wait to restart my life with them, I've missed them so much. I wish I could have been there. I can't explain how I feel to finally be home. When I got home, I had a giant turkey dinner, it was amazing. I have to return to work though, on Monday. It's going to be hard to leave, even though it's just for 8 hours. I just got home and they're taking me away again. It's going to be like going to the battlefield again, because the people in the hospital will be mostly war injuries. It's going to be hard to get the memories out of my mind, of those long, hard, bloody years. I'm going to play with my boy, he's missed his daddy, and I've missed him.
Thanks for reading all of my blog, I'm done making entries.
Click here to see a picture of me, sitting with one of my fellow doctors, in the few minutes of down time we have per day.
This site has a lot of war poems, they aren't only from WWI, but there are a lot from the Great War.
This site tells you everything that has to do with WWI, from battles to poems, to posters. It's is a great way to learn what was going on and when.